In Need of Clones
None so weary as the hard-working man
Moving as much dirt as he possibly can,
His wife does her share of shoveling, too
They’ve bit off more than they can chew,
Both need some rest from the daily grind
But it seems reliable help is hard to find,
They work their fingers bare to the bone
Too bad they each do not have a clone.
Written June 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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